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Don't let Berryman in his forward tell you different: this book is baldly autobiographical. Berryman dubbed himself Henry, gave a voice to his traumatized psyche (Mr. Bones) and set them talking, unraveling a lifetime of scholarship mixed with pain.
If you have read about Berryman, you will see him instantly in THE DREAM SONGS. Yet, unlike Robert Lowell, Berryman doesn't assume a familiarity with his biography that verges on solipsism. It is enough to know his father killed himself, Berryman killed himself, Berryman had affairs, was an alcoholic, was married several times and that he dearly loved literature, especially Shakespeare, some of whose Sonnets he parodies.
There is no narrative to the 385 Songs, per se. They come in thematic groups, which are grouped into seven 'books' and, like diary entries, chronicle whatever is on Henry's mind, which is often the untimely deaths other poets, such as Delmore Schwartz and Sylvia Plath. Like most "modern" poetry, THE DREAM SONGS is a tough slog through sentences that may or may not make sense. Except if you read them enough and carefully, they start making sense. It's a magical effect, but not gained without some serious struggle.
The poems themselves are incomparable to anything I've read before. Berryman borrows aspects of African-American English and WCWesque directness. He composes dehydrated, idiosyncratically-punctuated sentences that straddle stanzas of six lines, often rhymed and never predictable in length.
... Read more ›With 385 x 18 = almost 7000 lines, this is the book they should have called "100 Years of Solitude"; I've only lived through the first half-century myself. But what keeps me reading is the fact that this drowning man's poems can clutch and so tightly *hold* the greased pig of life, in all its sloppy, despairing, goofy, grandiose, horrified, exultation. Between the bleakness of his free-floating, unremitting guilt ("But never did Henry, as he thought he did, / end anyone and hacks her body up"), and his pathetic and bawdy speculations ("What wonders is / she sitting on, over there?"), our lovable and unloved Henry, "pried / open for all the world to see, survived." Though Berryman himself ultimately lost his own decades-long fight against suicide, stalwart Henry lives on and, as the first Dream Song tells us,
"What he has now to say is a long
wonder the world can bear & be.